Chastity People Sub Plot: Therapy #1

Subplot from the otherwise free Web Novel "Chastity People"

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OK, I admit it;I have subplots!

As I write Chastity People — I like to stay a couple of weeks ahead — I come upon stories that will need to go in the final ebook version, but I’m not yet sure where!

Sometimes these side stories set up a character, and sometimes they are a one-off escapade experienced by a minor character that shows us how the CARGO’verse works.

Think, femdom sidequests.

For example, remember Ryan’s first hook up? How did that go? Maybe I’ll write it.

I’ll share snippets with everybody, but only my generous paid subscribers get to see the whole thing.

So, here we are with the first one.

Yes, Ryan’s first hookup, the sexy posh cougar… I hope you recognised her from Bradley Jones’s Chastity! Her daughter Petula will be important later on. This subplot will probably be how I introduce her. It’s got about two to three chapters and maybe there’s room for a spinoff…

Chastity People : Therapy #1

Six Months Ago

"What exactly am I being asked to pay for?" drawled Petula's mother. She crossed her perfect legs, or at least the Petula's dykey therapist seemed to think they were perfect. Trust the cow to steal the show... her show.

"Well, Mariella..." Petula's therapist's focus swung to give her entire twinkly-eyed attention to her mother with her perfect blonde bob hair and red lipstick and leopard pattern dress that Petula said was a clich , but mother insisted was OK because the pattern was understated and the colours muted.

"Because that's a lot of money," said Mother. "Whereas, I am quite sure that there are plenty of Chastes who'd let my daughter spank their bottoms."

"Oh Mummy!" Petula blushed and pretended to clean her glasses. Damn. She'd meant to use the more dignified word now she was nineteen. She started again. "Mariella..." Ha! Mother hated being first-named. "This is quite different from all that pervy stuff you're into."

Mother cocked her head. "Explain it to me."

Present

The showers were great at least. Not just better than in Hugo's flat, but better than any shower he'd experienced. They were automatic. First came a skin tingling 360 degree spray of hot soapy water, then a cool rinse. After than, the air dryer kicked in, fluffing his hair. Finally, the door clunked and slid open, leaving him standing naked --- except for his ever present Artemis chastity device --- contemplating a locker room full of rather too many nurses.

There were always extras helping or observing, but really they were all ogling and he felt like a piece of meat.

The cubical blew chill air at him, nudging him to step out.

Now he was in amongst the ten other naked chastes, similarly evicted from the warm cocoon of the shower. Most wore chaste collars like his --- five year men. Hugo didn't like to think about how long the other guys --- the neuters --- had been locked. Ten years was half as long as he'd lived.

At least nobody made eye contact or tried for camaraderie.

"Boys!"

That was Nurse King, the cute one. Chatting to her always made think about the kind of nice girl he'd find once he was out of the chastity cage.

"Who's first?" she said.

Nobody spoke up. It was partly superstition --- maybe number one was unlucky. But also, going first meant being tied up for longer as the technician tended to work up the corridor of studios, then --- after the lottery was drawn --- back down it

However, in this case, that also meant spending an hour with Nurse King.

"I'll go!" he said.

She grinned. "Come on then, Spartacus."